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Ensnaring his Dark Moon

Esmeray Reis, once a princess, now lives her life like a bespectacled wallflower to stay far away from people's attention until one day she is compelled to enter the Royal Castle disguised as a maid. Aleister Daven, a mysterious Prince. Dark, devious, and sinful. The mention of his name is enough to make people tremble. Uninterested in most things until he comes across the stubborn woman who won't spare a glance his way. And unknowingly he grows fond of stalking her, teasing her, cornering her, despite her obvious disgust in him. She is his, and he would spare no efforts in making her realize that. When strange incidents happen around Esme, she finds herself waking up in the depths of the ageless sea. Mysterious powers awakening inside her body threaten to shred away her existence and rationality. The involvement of merfolk makes everything more complicated. Staying far away from him was all she ever wished but what was she going to do when he becomes the sole ray of light in the darkness surrounding her? Will she take his hand? Will she ever tell him that it was not him who disgusted her but instead it was her growing obsession for him that she despised?

Auroraaa · Fantasia
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370 Chs

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Beware of mature content. 18+ No author dissing "_" If you don't like it, just skip it. 

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Esme kept her eyes closed, afraid that the dream would shatter.

It was barely morning and her mind had yet to wake up. And she did not want it to wake up.

An illusion filled with Aleister was something she would accept over a reality without him. Anytime. In any way.

Her thoughts did not linger there anymore when she felt the finger slipping out of her wetness.

She whined, clutching the sheets as she raised her hand, placing it above the calloused hand on her breast. She molded her fingers over those long fingers that felt rough compared to her soft skin. She shaped them on her softness and he tightened his grip, kneading it harder as his finger played with her hardened bud.

A moan slipped past her mouth and before Esme could relish in the feeling, a warm mouth claimed her wetness.